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Drawing in little sips of air through h the hair at the nape of Marcus’s neck, relaxing into the feeling of his chest crushed against mine, his cock still buried inside me

The peace won’t last I know that

Just outside this bubble, reality is screanore it

My body is exhausted, pummeled and worn out by pleasure When Marcus pulls out ofin my raw pussy, and he makes a noise low in his throat

My eyelids drift shut, and I don’t move when I feel the mattress shift and hear his footsteps pad across the rooain a few ently overthe ache in my flesh

I’ve never had a man clean me up after sex before

Not like this, anyway

Not tenderly Not carefully

That thought calls up a sharpa pair of shredded panties, and my body suddenly turns cold I roll ontoto protect ers into

die

But a warm body settles behindhis heavy are frame, I don’t resist

The heat radiating from him burns away so toward sleep,in increments

I don’t kno long we stay like that, and I don’t think I ever completely fall asleep All I know is that by the tiainst his, and I’h, despite the fact that I’m still totally naked

When he sits up, the loss of his skin pressed against mine makes me blink my eyes open

The roootten darker now that the sun is coht as he flicks on the bedside lamp